nighttime - 241008
last shadow puppets & those dancing days - paradiso - 201008
alright ... rock stars do different things in between records and tours, some relax at home, some trash hotel rooms, some do drugs, some go dj-ing badly, some argue in public, some fuck celebrities, some get sick of the studio ... these two lads here team up with each other and write the greatest songs, life can be so easy ... on stage, including small orchestra creating the 60s sound, it seems they've done this forever, and they're only twenty something ... alex arctic pose here makes place for concentration, joking with miles, enjoying, mostly acoustic guitar and at one point crooning like, yeah, an old crooner (bowie's in the heat of the morning) with hand held microphone ... miles on the other hand interacts more with the audience, sings silently along alex' lines, looks around, tortures his electric guitar, the screaming in i don't like you any more now became an apache like line, and also, takes the microphone in the hand to sing cohen's memories ... already on record, their voices match and alternate super, live, they're audible remarkably well, where alex has a wider range, but miles' is more powerful, sometimes spitting out words, listen to the start of separate and ever deadly, their most exciting song ... which was during the gig the turn from great to magic ... lots of covers (the record takes only 34.7 mins), including a beatles one and a nice duet, paris summer, with the suport's singer and some tracks which are strangely not on the record, like the amazing hang the cyst, with pumping drums and whispering together ... with this performance, these puppets stepped out of their shadow ...
afterwards those dancing days played in the small room, the singer announced them as the afterband, but afterparty would've been better, already seen at pukkelpop, and now again entertaining with their cheerful punkpop with an 80s flavor ... the singer has a strong and deep voice, the guitarist is always smiling, the bassist too serious, the drumster hitting extremely hard and the keyboardist again most of the time dancing wildly, which is summarized in the last song, their anthem/name-track, with the lines 'live for music and dance, music for life, those dancing days' ... nothing to add to that
in my room / the age of turbulence / calm like you / black plant / gas dance / only the truth / paris summer / separate and ever deadly / hang the cyst / she's so heavy / my mistakes were made for you / i don't like you anymore / in the heat of the morning / the chamber / the time has come again / meeting place // memories / standing next to me
klaxons - watt - 021008
a try out in the basement of the new nighttown in ditto rotterdam ... starting with a short punk song where singer jamie, dressed with a bearskin coat, was roaring and looking like a big one on the hunt, the trigger for the six first rows to jump, mingle and even crowdsurf, almost hitting the low spots, it is a basement kiddoos ... but these six rows were a perfect measure for the newness of the songs, leaving them rather motionless ... these new ones were quite ok, i remembered one with a nice organ sound, one with a slower but irresistible groove and a fast & good punk/trash one, with extra guitar instead of keys ... and the older already 've prooved their status, and contrary to theirs it's not over yet, it was, rather quickly ... some days later i watched part of the weekend never dies, the (what is) radio soulwax documentary, funny to see james, klaxons' keyboardist (what a word), chase pigeons on trafalgar square, where during the gig he was pointing to flying ones quite often ...
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